story: CHAPTER I. 
  
  "Nerei repandirostrum incurvicervicum pecus." 
  
  A dingy, swashy, splashy afternoon in October; a school-yard filled with a mob of riotous boys. A lot of us standing outside. 
  
  Suddenly came a dull, crashing sound from the school-room. At the ominous interruption I shuddered involuntarily, and called to Smithsye:-- 
  
  "What's up, Smithums?" 
  
  "Guy's cleaning out the fourth form," he replied. 
  
  At the same moment George de Coverly passed me, holding his nose, from whence the bright Norman blood streamed redly. To him the plebeian Smithsye laughingly:-- 
  
  "Cully! how's his nibs?" 
  
  I pushed the door of the school-room open. There are some spectacles which a man never forgets. The burning of Troy probably seemed a large-sized conflagration to the pious Aeneas, and made an impression on him which he carried away with the feeble Anchises. 
  
  In the centre of the room, lightly brandishing the piston-rod of a steam-engine, stood Guy Heavystone alone. I say alone, for the pile of small boys on the floor in the corner could hardly be called company. 
  
  I will try and sketch him for the reader. Guy Heavystone was then only fifteen. His broad, deep chest, his sinewy and quivering flank, his straight pastern, showed him to be a thoroughbred. Perhaps he was a trifle heavy in the fetlock, but he held his head haughtily erect. His eyes were glittering but pitiless. There was a sternness about the lower part of his face,--the old Heavystone look,--a sternness, heightened, perhaps, by the snaffle-bit which, in one of his strange freaks, he wore in his mouth to curb his occasional ferocity. His dress was well adapted to his square-set and herculean frame. A striped knit undershirt, close-fitting striped tights, and a few spangles set off his figure; a neat Glengarry cap adorned his head. On it was displayed the Heavystone crest, a cock regardant on a dunghill or, and the motto, "Devil a better!" 
questions: What sound came from the school room?
questions: Did the author react to it?
questions: What did he do?
questions: Did he ask anyone about the ruckus?
questions: Who?
questions: How old was Guy Heavystone at the time?
questions: Did he have a small, shallow chest?
questions: How was it described?
questions: What about his flank?
questions: And pastern?
questions: Did Smithums reply to the author?
questions: How did he explain the noise?
questions: Did someone come by during this?
questions: Who
questions: Was he holding something?
questions: What?
questions: Was there anything in the middle of the school room?
questions: Who?
questions: What about in the corner?
questions: What was Guy wearing on his head?
answers: A dull, crashing sound.
answers:  came a dull, crashing sound from the school-room.
answers: Yes.
answers: I shuddered involuntarily,
answers: Shuddered involuntarily.
answers:  I shuddered involuntarily
answers: Yes.
answers: "What's up, Smithums?" 
answers: Smithums.
answers: "What's up, Smithums?" 
answers: Fifteen.
answers:  Guy Heavystone was then only fifteen
answers: No.
answers: . His broad, deep chest
answers: Broad, deep chest.
answers:  His broad, deep chest,
answers: Sinewy and quivering.
answers:  his sinewy and quivering flank, 
answers: Straight.
answers: his straight pastern,
answers: Yes.
answers: Guy's cleaning out the fourth form," he replied. 
  
answers: Guy's cleaning out the fourth form.
answers: "Guy's cleaning out the fourth form,
answers: Yes.
answers: At the same moment George de Coverly passed me, 
answers: George de Coverly.
answers: At the same moment George de Coverly passed me,
answers: Yes.
answers: George de Coverly passed me, holding his nose,
answers: His nose,
answers: George de Coverly passed me, holding his nose,
answers: Yes.
answers: In the centre of the room, lightly brandishing the piston-rod of a steam-engine, stood Guy Heavystone alone.
answers: Guy Heavystone.
answers: In the centre of the room, lightly brandishing the piston-rod of a steam-engine, stood Guy Heavystone alone.
answers: A pile of small boys.
answers: I say alone, for the pile of small boys on the floor in the corner could hardly be called company. 
answers: A neat Glengarry cap.
answers:  a neat Glengarry cap 